AN: You reviewers are the best! I take my hat (ok my green, pin covered, NY
Mets baseball cap) off to all of you.
Elleiadrieal: I could, technically, leave you on the edge of that cliff for a very long time but, as you can see, I'm not!
Aislynn Crowdaughter: I know the essay you're talking about "The Laws and Customs of the Eldar" from the book Morgoth's Ring. I just recently got my hands on a copy of it and this story was written way before that. What you propose is very true. I figured her mother is to darn stubborn to see anything wrong with Emma, no matter how obvious. (I actually know parents who take that attitude about their kids.)
Lomiothiel: What are you confused about? I'll gladly explain to clear it up. Thanks for your review, as usual. We'll get to everyone's favorite elf (not really everyone's, my sister doesn't like him) soon.
kurleyhawk2: The story's set post Return of the King. As I said before, Legolas will show up soon.
Chrystyna: Thanks!
PixiePea000: Her parents will come up sooner or later and there is going to be many more elf sightings. By the way, GOLLUM!
ldy imladris: I'll try to keep them coming. Thanks!
Bean02: I didn't know there were so many fans of that one line. It's just a powerful sounding thing to say and it's great because not a lot of people know what "beyond contestation" means. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
"Your father is in a meeting, sir," one of the guards informed the prince as her approached the throne room.
"I have information regarding the state of the borders of our home. Would you please let me in?" Legolas told the guards.
To get away from his father, who was quite upset that Legolas had failed to bring his quarry home, the prince had taken to riding with the border guards.
"Let him in," the other guard said.
"As you wish," the first guard said.
The two stepped away from the door way and allowed Legolas to enter the throne room.
The prince walked nearly half the length of the room, eyes darting here and there as he took in the usual sights of the throne room, before he called, "Father, the borders are."
He trailed off when he saw the small figure huddled on the floor.
"It cannot be," he mumbled, "He would not dare."
The elf ran the rest of the length of the room.
At this point, Emma was sitting on the floor. Her knees were pulled into her chest and her arms were wrapped around her knees. Her head was down, resting on her knees, and she was crying softly.
The king spotted the running figure that was his only son and heir and gave a grand smile.
"It is a joyous occasion. Our little lost elf has returned," he announced.
Legolas, ignoring his father for the moment, went over to check on Emma. She looked utterly miserable but seemed to be in otherwise good physical condition.
"I am happy to see that she has returned, father, but how is it she arrived here. I was under the impression that I was going to bring her here," Legolas questioned.
"Your means were to slow, son, I decided to take matters into my own hands. She, and two foul imposters she calls her parents, were brought here by an interesting object called a Portkey. Something that red haired wizard brought here," Thranduil, coolly, replied.
Legolas sighed and began, "I wanted her to come of her own accord. Forcing her into coming here will do more harm then good."
"I do not care. She is here, that is all that matters. The two foul imposters will be sent back when you return from your mission," Thranduil cut in.
"What mission?" Legolas asked.
This was the first time he had heard of any mission. He had thought his mission was only to retrieve Emma.
"You and a small party of guards will take the child to Lothlorien. The Lady's mirror may help to discern her parentage and where she rightfully belongs," the king explained.
Hearing this new information, Emma picked her head up. She didn't want to go on any journey, except for the one that would take her and her parents back home. Staying here, with this horribly cruel person in charge was not high on her list of things she had wanted to do.
"When do we leave?" Legolas questioned.
"As soon as possible. You are to take this child and prepare her for the journey ahead," Thranduil answered.
His tone was that of a person who did not want to be argued with.
"We will take our leave of you then," Legolas said, sketching a small bow in deference to his father's position.
The king made a dismissive gesture, indicating that he was done speaking with his son.
"Come along, Emma. There is much to be done," urged Legolas, as he turned his attention to the smaller elf.
Emma, motions sluggish, got to her feet and allowed herself to be lead out into the wide corridors.
"You didn't have anything to do with this, right?" she asked, after walking in silence for quite awhile.
"I gave you my oath, Emma, that I would not remove you from your home until you told me you were ready. I do not break my oaths," Legolas replied.
Emma considered his words and nodded her admission of innocence.
Making a sharp left at some kind of four ways intersection, Emma asked, "Can you, please, find out what happened to my mom and dad? Your father said he was going to send them home."
"That I can do," Legolas replied.
He called over an idle guard and began to speak with him in rapid fire elvish. Emma just stood there and listened to the melodic language. She didn't understand what they were saying.
"He said that he has just come from guarding the room where your parents are being kept. Thankfully, they are not being held captive in a cell. Instead, they are resting in a guarded guest room. I told him to send word to Shannon that you are alive, safe, and with me. Is that alright?" Legolas explained.
Emma, again, nodded her approval. She felt better knowing her parents were safe and that they would soon know that she was also alive and well.
The two elves reached a doorway carved out of the rock.
"Are we going someplace very far?" she asked.
Though she was quite familiar with the books, Emma imagined that the distances were far greater then what was written.
"It is a far enough journey but we should make good time on horseback," Legolas replied, ushering Emma into the room the door way led into.
"Horseback? I don't know how to ride a horse. My mom was afraid that if I were to get on a horse, I'd break something and not be able to dance," Emma babbled.
"You will ride with me, then," Legolas offered.
"Thanks, I think," Emma replied.
She took a look around the room she had just been ushered into. Like the throne room, it seemed to be carved out of the rock. The room wasn't as opulent or ornate as the throne but it still looked fancy. This room had a more natural, cozy feel to it and, because of this fact, Emma immediately liked this room.
"These are my chambers," Legolas informed Emma, "Make yourself comfortable."
Emma took a seat on one of squashy looking couches and, before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
(AN: I know I'm messing with cannon a bit by keeping Galadriel in Middle Earth. I'm well aware of the events that take place post-Return of the King. I'm just having a bit of fun here. Please read and review!)
Elleiadrieal: I could, technically, leave you on the edge of that cliff for a very long time but, as you can see, I'm not!
Aislynn Crowdaughter: I know the essay you're talking about "The Laws and Customs of the Eldar" from the book Morgoth's Ring. I just recently got my hands on a copy of it and this story was written way before that. What you propose is very true. I figured her mother is to darn stubborn to see anything wrong with Emma, no matter how obvious. (I actually know parents who take that attitude about their kids.)
Lomiothiel: What are you confused about? I'll gladly explain to clear it up. Thanks for your review, as usual. We'll get to everyone's favorite elf (not really everyone's, my sister doesn't like him) soon.
kurleyhawk2: The story's set post Return of the King. As I said before, Legolas will show up soon.
Chrystyna: Thanks!
PixiePea000: Her parents will come up sooner or later and there is going to be many more elf sightings. By the way, GOLLUM!
ldy imladris: I'll try to keep them coming. Thanks!
Bean02: I didn't know there were so many fans of that one line. It's just a powerful sounding thing to say and it's great because not a lot of people know what "beyond contestation" means. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
"Your father is in a meeting, sir," one of the guards informed the prince as her approached the throne room.
"I have information regarding the state of the borders of our home. Would you please let me in?" Legolas told the guards.
To get away from his father, who was quite upset that Legolas had failed to bring his quarry home, the prince had taken to riding with the border guards.
"Let him in," the other guard said.
"As you wish," the first guard said.
The two stepped away from the door way and allowed Legolas to enter the throne room.
The prince walked nearly half the length of the room, eyes darting here and there as he took in the usual sights of the throne room, before he called, "Father, the borders are."
He trailed off when he saw the small figure huddled on the floor.
"It cannot be," he mumbled, "He would not dare."
The elf ran the rest of the length of the room.
At this point, Emma was sitting on the floor. Her knees were pulled into her chest and her arms were wrapped around her knees. Her head was down, resting on her knees, and she was crying softly.
The king spotted the running figure that was his only son and heir and gave a grand smile.
"It is a joyous occasion. Our little lost elf has returned," he announced.
Legolas, ignoring his father for the moment, went over to check on Emma. She looked utterly miserable but seemed to be in otherwise good physical condition.
"I am happy to see that she has returned, father, but how is it she arrived here. I was under the impression that I was going to bring her here," Legolas questioned.
"Your means were to slow, son, I decided to take matters into my own hands. She, and two foul imposters she calls her parents, were brought here by an interesting object called a Portkey. Something that red haired wizard brought here," Thranduil, coolly, replied.
Legolas sighed and began, "I wanted her to come of her own accord. Forcing her into coming here will do more harm then good."
"I do not care. She is here, that is all that matters. The two foul imposters will be sent back when you return from your mission," Thranduil cut in.
"What mission?" Legolas asked.
This was the first time he had heard of any mission. He had thought his mission was only to retrieve Emma.
"You and a small party of guards will take the child to Lothlorien. The Lady's mirror may help to discern her parentage and where she rightfully belongs," the king explained.
Hearing this new information, Emma picked her head up. She didn't want to go on any journey, except for the one that would take her and her parents back home. Staying here, with this horribly cruel person in charge was not high on her list of things she had wanted to do.
"When do we leave?" Legolas questioned.
"As soon as possible. You are to take this child and prepare her for the journey ahead," Thranduil answered.
His tone was that of a person who did not want to be argued with.
"We will take our leave of you then," Legolas said, sketching a small bow in deference to his father's position.
The king made a dismissive gesture, indicating that he was done speaking with his son.
"Come along, Emma. There is much to be done," urged Legolas, as he turned his attention to the smaller elf.
Emma, motions sluggish, got to her feet and allowed herself to be lead out into the wide corridors.
"You didn't have anything to do with this, right?" she asked, after walking in silence for quite awhile.
"I gave you my oath, Emma, that I would not remove you from your home until you told me you were ready. I do not break my oaths," Legolas replied.
Emma considered his words and nodded her admission of innocence.
Making a sharp left at some kind of four ways intersection, Emma asked, "Can you, please, find out what happened to my mom and dad? Your father said he was going to send them home."
"That I can do," Legolas replied.
He called over an idle guard and began to speak with him in rapid fire elvish. Emma just stood there and listened to the melodic language. She didn't understand what they were saying.
"He said that he has just come from guarding the room where your parents are being kept. Thankfully, they are not being held captive in a cell. Instead, they are resting in a guarded guest room. I told him to send word to Shannon that you are alive, safe, and with me. Is that alright?" Legolas explained.
Emma, again, nodded her approval. She felt better knowing her parents were safe and that they would soon know that she was also alive and well.
The two elves reached a doorway carved out of the rock.
"Are we going someplace very far?" she asked.
Though she was quite familiar with the books, Emma imagined that the distances were far greater then what was written.
"It is a far enough journey but we should make good time on horseback," Legolas replied, ushering Emma into the room the door way led into.
"Horseback? I don't know how to ride a horse. My mom was afraid that if I were to get on a horse, I'd break something and not be able to dance," Emma babbled.
"You will ride with me, then," Legolas offered.
"Thanks, I think," Emma replied.
She took a look around the room she had just been ushered into. Like the throne room, it seemed to be carved out of the rock. The room wasn't as opulent or ornate as the throne but it still looked fancy. This room had a more natural, cozy feel to it and, because of this fact, Emma immediately liked this room.
"These are my chambers," Legolas informed Emma, "Make yourself comfortable."
Emma took a seat on one of squashy looking couches and, before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
(AN: I know I'm messing with cannon a bit by keeping Galadriel in Middle Earth. I'm well aware of the events that take place post-Return of the King. I'm just having a bit of fun here. Please read and review!)